Play for Me by Hayden Wolfe

Author:Hayden Wolfe [Wolfe, Hayden]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cherokee House Publishing, LLC.
Published: 2020-12-16T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

The woman at his bar with her head resting on her folded arms drew him as no other had. Jack glanced from Blaine’s closed eyes to her feet. One canvas shoe sat on the floor with a bunched sock shoved inside the opening. Tangled knotted laces dangled from her other shoe still on her foot, a battle she’d obviously decided not to fight.

Jack focused on the slow, even breaths that lifted her chest. She’d fallen asleep in the ten minutes it had taken him to lock up the register and see his employees to their cars.

He went to Blaine and laid a hand on her back. “Angel, time to wake up.”

Blaine made an annoyed sound. Her eyelids fluttered before opening. “I’m not sleeping.”

“Just resting, right?”

“Mm-hmm.” She grinned. Her eyes closed again. “Come back tomorrow morning. I should be done resting by then.”

Jack shook his head. He loved how she could amuse him without even trying. He’d miss this power she wielded over him. “Can’t. If I let you sleep like this, you’ll wake up with a crick in your neck. That’ll be cruel considering you’re already going to be on a plane for half a day.”

“More like twenty hours with the layover.”

“Even worse.” He patted her bottom. “Come on. Get your shoe on. We’ll get you into a bed.” His bed to be exact.

Blaine sat up gingerly. Her hand settled at her lower back. She held out her bare foot and wiggled her toes. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to get my foot back into my shoe.”

Jack ran his hand over her foot and ankle. Both had swelled. Those shoes she’d worn weren’t designed for someone who’d be on their feet all night. They were the cute kind of shoe women chose to complement their outfit. “Do you still think waitressing is easy?”

“No.” Blaine spun the barstool and stretched out her other leg. “I will now be tipping extra too.” Features scrunched, she wriggled her nose. “And if you hadn’t saved me from that grabby-handed old man, I’d be spending the night in the police station. My tray and his face were meant to be together.”

Jack laughed. He dropped to his knees and grabbed the knotted laces of her shoe. “I know it’s no excuse, but he’s harmless.”

Blaine planted her hands on her hips. “Anyone who smacks my ass and calls me sugar is not harmless.”

“I smacked your ass a couple of minutes ago.” Jack looked up the length of her body. “But I do call you angel, not sugar. I guess the devil is in the details.”

“You’re allowed to smack my ass and call me angel. Or sugar. We’re together.” She narrowed her eyes. “Dirty old men who slur their words are not. You shouldn’t even allow creeps like that in your bar.”

We’re together.

What exactly did that mean? Or, more importantly, why did those words excite him? Best he not go there. Blaine was leaving the country tomorrow. Their togetherness would end the moment she got on that plane.

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